Exploring dances…

Photo by Emily Baker…Hoar frost

The beauty of nature moved Em to go outside and explore on Sunday, as it often does.

Recently, I took a leaf out of my own book and re-arranged my ‘happy bubble’ home by the water; de-cluttering every shelf, drawer and cupboard as I went along. This also involved moving furniture as a new writing space was created in front of my bedroom window. A loving friend gifted me a notebook and on the front it says ‘She believed she could, so she did.’ I take it everywhere with me, as I jot down notes for a new writing project that’s coming to life.

This kind of exploring energy has been touching my clients.

There is a raw vulnerability when we enter into another’s private space and it touches everything. I am mindful that it’s not about how I would do things, the suggestions I may make, or how I see situations. Exploring together opens things up so that we can connect and find other ways of daily life flow. Some may fit, some may not, and signs of distress and upset from my clients call for a safe sharing with no labels, judgment or blame. It always touches on the way others see themselves with their inner scripts and beliefs and everyone is different, needing things that are unique to them. Exploring is being invented between us, moment by moment (sometimes with mis-steps in the dance), yet the overall energy is love.

A Diamond of Sixty Years Together….

My Mum and Dad – sixty years ago…. ❤

We gathered as a family to celebrate my Mum and Dad's Diamond Wedding Anniversary recently.

The children, grandchildren and great grandchildren bearing testimony to their lives together. All sparking in unique ways with the love, blessings, resilience, fortitude, flexibility, adventuring spirits, creativity and care that has sprung from their foundation.

We all love you both. ❤

Loving roots manifest…..

The phone has started to ring for my new venture and not one call has been for cleaning. Most calls start with ‘Hello Jane, can you……?’ and the requests are for help with de-cluttering; sifting, sorting and creating calm in their homes, for all sorts of reasons and happenings. My heart is touched that folk feel safe to share their vulnerability.

Things are brought back to my happy bubble and I am selling on anything of use to others. Then in turn passing on clothing and accessories to my aqua buddy, who runs a second hand clothing shop. Anything else not obviously saleable is going to my buddy down the road, who runs a house clearance service and shop. He has been there for years and often helps those in difficulties with gifts for their homes. He gifted me some tins with lids, and with a named tape (and heart) on the handle of each one, they sit on my shelf to collect the abundance for my clients as their things sell.

It’s all community based and as I returned home yesterday I felt full of loving gratitude. The people I am meeting, love, stories and laughter we are sharing, hard graft, fresh air, support of loved ones and buddies and loving roots manifesting. I thought I would be cleaning, but life had another purpose and I am loving how this is growing. ❤

‘Sploring…..

Mum, Dad and I headed off to Anglesey, an island off the North Welsh coast, for a week recently. A thoughtfully equipped bungalow, nestling above a beautiful bay, gave us a cosy foundation and we had a grand week ‘sploring.

We were on the east coast of the island and the peace there is unique. Friends from North Wales came to visit and we also visited friends who live there (lucky souls). No SatNav in the car was a gift, because with much laughter and lots of ‘How about going left, or right?’ at different junctions, gave our ‘sploring a magical touch.

Dad got to rip it up on his scooter on various promenades and he went steam train riding with a buddy. Mum, a friend and I discovered a wonderful knitting shop in a tiny fishing village, where it’s possible we covered her takings for the day. We had ice creams, yummy meals and a memorable lunch by a lake in the middle of nowhere. Mum and I went beach combing, collecting treasures for my creations. Farms, bays, a lighthouse, little islands, estuaries full of yachts and boats and happy pausing places for coffee and hot chocolate were discovered along the way.

We had time together creating heart memories and that is the greatest gift. ❤ Our 'sploring added a different dimension to it all! ❤

Chop wood and carry water….

Pause and repeat; there were more gladioli at the supermarket, in a bucket without water, and they found their way home with me. As they revived and opened, these glorious blooms have brought beautiful hope into each room.

A lovely friend and I discovered that we have been saying the same phrase recently; ‘Chop wood and carry water’. ❤ Valerie.

Each day we flow with our daily round and do what needs to be done. Amidst it all, instinctive wisdom has had space to float up and I am grateful for that. Knitting helps; as my hands are busy, I can hear my inner self in the silence.

A monthly craft stall is arranged for the creativity that is pouring forth from my hands. When did we get so busy that doing the things that come naturally, that love and nurture us, became relegated to a hobby?

The flyers for my cleaning care project are at the printers.

Each day I chop wood and carry water, yet the stirrings of the 'new' are there as they take shape. Naturally making themselves heard, without judgment, as I learn to cease judging myself. Loving care and support from beloved connections flows daily.

I feel that if we try and hold on to anything that does not balance for us; ways, people, patterns, roles, thoughts, actions, judgment and labels….we tear.

On a light note; when I talked to a friend about my cleaning care project, her immediate response had us creased with laughter.

'I always knew you were a scrubber.'

Kindred spirits…..

I was buying groceries recently and a bunch of Gladioli had fallen out of one of the water tubs, with the stems still tightly in bud and their bottoms bone dry. They were going to be thrown away and I asked if I could have them. As I unpacked my groceries at home, I plunged them into cold water, then later trimmed the stems and popped them into vases dotted about my peaceful bubble. They opened up next morning and are a glorious deep purple.

Life has been messy lately and I have felt ‘out of water’. I flowed along, showing up and trying to nurture my balance. As opportunities presented themselves, I felt a personal responsibility that I needed to run with them all, as if divine timing was at play. My reasoning being that bills needed paying and life keeps going. I felt more weighed down with each day unfolding, then a thoughtful friend from across ‘the pond’ reached out.

Pete, (Grandfathersky), sent an email and attached a book that he had bought a few years ago. It is about all the different things you can do from home to generate income and nestled within it’s pages was a ‘spark’. I shared the spark with the ‘Aqua Babes’ and their loving support fanned it into a flame. I chopped some wood and have started to build a fire around that flame.

The love from kindred spirits that flows into my days, wrapped me in a space where I recalled all the times that ‘sparks’ have lifted me before. I was able to sense which other options were weighing me down and release them.

I am grateful for the kindred spirits who share space, without the need to control, or cage.

‘You are you, just as you are and I am here for you, just as I am. Let’s just be.’ ❤

A pause button appeared…..

The heatwave in the north of the UK has been broken by storms and showers lately and thanks to a creative bit of building work on the flat roof, the sky garden does not drain naturally. A large puddle forms and I go out there and sweep the water towards the drainage hole on the side and this hopefully stops the whole thing from rotting.

I have got run down lately and my health has creaked. Feeling rough and trying to work, I watched the pool on the roof. The birds were having a great time coming to bathe and splash about and some of them just sat in the water, watching the world go by. I left them too it and didn’t rush to sweep the water away.

With work I found my elastic patience had less give and when I was reaching for words of comfort and support for others, I was struggling.

I went back to watching the birds.

It was time to pause, but as you know you can’t just stop, as even a pause has financial implications.

My heart brother called and I mentioned my craving for a pause. Without the need for explanation, he understood and offered a temporary role, where I could help him in his business, stay self employed, and have a much needed break from the work I do now. I can do this, run with the other strands of income I have and step back from the service.

So, like the birds, I am splashing about and letting a new daily round evolve. Flowing with my new projects and also, making time for creativity. My dip into experimenting with newspaper weaving was not a riotous success last weekend. I produced a basket that resembled something I had brought home from school and proudly presented to my Mum when I was little. ‘It’s lovely, Darling, thank you.’ she would have said. It sparked a new idea of weaving pieces with all sorts of yarn, so watch this space, as I may share the result of that exploring, but not the newspaper basket.

It’s a good time to pause, splash and feel into change.


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